His Pirate // Tyrion Lannister (2)

Reunited and it feels so...

'The bastard of Winterfell'

'The dwarf of Castely rock'

'I believe we last saw each other at the wall.'

'I believe you were pissing off the wall.'

'It's been a long road'

'It certainly has'

'Jon Snow?' kat asked and he finally looked to her. a black off the shoulder top and worn and beat up pants... ribbons and feathers in her hair and pan flute necklace around her neck. She stuck out a hand, silve rings adorned her fingers. Large but one caught his eye, a skull and cross bones engraved in the ring.

"Trouble of the black pearl?' he shook her hand, damn that's a strong grip he thought when she let go.

'Yep...' she looked him over. He wasn't like what she expected. She expected him to be thin and frail and weak like sansa. But he was king of the north. He stood tall. He was well built. Dark dark black hair and a scruffy bread to match. Like Gideon. Jac sat in the sand drawing shaped and squiggles in the sand.

'its nice to meet you trouble or should I say Katerina?'

'only call me Katerina if you want your tongue removed.' She said it with a smile but Tyrion knew she was deadly serious.

'I see why they call you trouble.' Jon said

'no you don't. not yet.' She smirked.

'Welcome to Dragon Stone the queen knows it's a long journey and she thanks you on your behalf if you won't mind turning over your weapons...'

'Of course' Jon said they passed them off to the Dothraki men begrudgingly also taking the boat they were now trapped.

'Please this way' Tyrion said.

'yes brother... this way.' Kat said grinning still.

'whoes this little one?' jon asked as they walked.

'Jac.' She said simply as she carried jac up the many steps to dragon stone. Jon looked to Tyrion but Tyrion kept his focus ahead.

'shes cute.' Jon waved a hand and jac perked up. She waved back.

'Hi, Hi' she said

'Hi, Hi.' Jon repeated with a laugh. He was already doing better than Margaery, wanna be queen bitch.

'I would like to know how the bastard became king of the north' Tyrion questioned.

'As long as you tell me how a dwarf became hand of the queen.' Jon countered.

'Fair warning northern men don't travel well in the south, neither do starks' Tyrion warned.

'But I'm not a stark-' the dragons flew overhead and Jon and his men fell to the ground

Kat offered him a hand up

'I'd say you get used to them but you really never do.' She told him. 'I didn't believe they existed until two of them the giant fuckers tried to burn me to a crisp...' jons eyes went wide. 'don't worry, we're cool now... me and the dragons...' kat said nodding.

'Come she's waiting for you' Tyrion said. the dragons circled dragon stone from above